Oblivious

44 // Redefine gravity

Raison d'être
(n.) a reason for existing

-Elijah-

"Don't touch me."

I remove my hand from around her waist. Frown at her back.

Now that she's slept on it does she regret forgiving me? Kissing me?

My frown deepens at the thought. Heart squeezing. I poke her back to get her attention. "Daze? You okay?"

"Piss off Elijah."

My heart falls out of my chest. Throat closing.

Fuck.

I'm moving, flipping her over and straddling her waist. My hands on either side of her head. "I'm sorry. Really sorry. And if this is too fast for you I'll go, okay? I'll go and we can talk later or something. Whatever you want or need, yeah? Just please don't be mad at me Daze. I can't handle you being mad at me."

My breaths are coming out in short pants. Absolutely terrified I've somehow fucked everything up again.

Daze frowns and then she's bursting out crying.

And my heart freezes at my feet and I'm moving off her and going to stand on the other side of the room.

Giving her space. Not wanting to overwhelm her or scare her or pressure her. Or whatever it is that I've done wrong.

But she's still sobbing and my lungs are constricting painfully. And my heads starting to pound. My stomach bubbling to the point where I can feel the acid rising up my closing throat.

I think I'm going to throw up.

"Don't cry Daze. I'll go okay? I'm going. Just please don't cry." I try my best to soothe her, the door handle burning at the touch.

This doesn't feel right. I can't just leave her to cry. But what else am I supposed to do? She clearly doesn't want me here, I'm the whole reasons she's crying.

Her arms wrap around my waist before I'm able to open the door. Easing my growing panic. "I don't want you to go."

My brows furrow and I'm turning around in an instant. One hand going around her waist to pull her closer, the other going to the back of her head, my fingers entangling in her hair.

"Whatever you want Daze." I pull her a little closer. Plant a kiss atop her head. "Don't cry baby. You're tearing me apart."

Her sniffles subside, her arms tightening around me. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be mean."

I rub my hands through the length of her hair. My heart beating at a regular pace now that she's no longer crying. "You don't have to apologise Daze, just tell me what's going on, okay? I can't fix it if I don't know."

Please let me fix it.

Elora pulls her head back to look up at me, her chin resting on my chest. Even red eyed and half crying she still manages to look unbelievably beautiful. "I don't know what's the matter with me. My stomach hurts."

My brows furrow with worry. "Hurts? Like you haven't eaten enough hurts or you feel sick sort of hurt?"

Daze furrows her brows and then she's narrowing her eyes and banging her head onto my chest with a groan. "Cramps."